The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man - Chapter 445:

Chapter 445: 445 Earn Big Money 2

Every time she left the house, she would scold it, telling it to stay at home, and it knew it wasn’t going with her.

Now it was following her again, she turned her head and gave it a look.

As soon as it received her gaze, it stopped in its tracks, raising its small wolfish head to look at her.

She took a few steps, and it followed cautiously, step by step.

Seeing she didn’t object, it trod alongside her, its tail wagging happily.

“Yo, wife of the Xiao Family, taking your dog for a walk…” Ding Er’s wife saw them both and greeted with a laugh.

“Yes indeed,” She nodded. Now, everyone in the village referred to Little Mutt as a dog. Sometimes Little Mutt would trot off on his own, and many villagers recognized him as her ‘dog’.

The busy farming season was over and Wushan Village is a larger village. As she moved towards the center of the village, the number of houses increased and there were people chatting and relaxing under the big trees by the roadside.

Qian Zhang was there too. Seeing her, he immediately came over and said, “Wife of the Xiao Family, someone from the town returned yesterday and the rumor is your stir-fried tasty fern recipe really sold for fifty taels of silver!”

She smiled, ‘Why would I lie to you?”

“So, you still have around thirty to forty taels left now, right?” Qian Zhang asked with a sour face.

“How many times have you asked this? Do we need to show you how much money we have left at home?”

People sitting under the nearby tree laughed.

Wang Cuihua had also come over to rest in the shade. Seeing Qingyue, she enthusiastically greeted, “Qingyue, you’re taking Little Mutt out for a walk?” “Yes,” she nodded.

“Did you hear?” said Wang Cuihua, “Lots of people went to the town to sell fern today. Yesterday, word got back that the Rich Source Tavern in town is buying fresh fern for one cent per jin.”

“One cent per jin. I thought I wouldn’t even get two cents per jin,” she replied.

“Initially, nobody wanted to sell. It was just that the fern everyone cooked had an astringent taste and didn’t sell well. So they could only sell it fresh,” complained Wang Cuihua, “The boss of the Rich Source Tavern is really greedy. The stir-fried fern at their restaurant goes for fifteen cents per jin, but they only buy the fresh ones for one cent. People had no choice, worried that the fresh fern they had would wilt, and would go bad after a few days, they had to sell it at such a low price.”

“There’s not much we can do, they’re businessmen,” Su Qingyue was also helpless, it wasn’t up to her to decide how much they should be buying the fern for.

At this moment, about twenty villagers entered the village with carrying poles on their shoulders, and the fern in their baskets did not seem as fresh as when they were first picked. They probably had picked it one or two days ago.

Seeing one of them, Ding Er’s wife went up to him, “Husband, didn’t you go to sell the fresh fern at the Rich Source Tavern?”

Ding Er had a look of regret on his face, “We from our village arrived too late. The Rich Source Tavern bought lots of fresh ferns yesterday, and even promised a few neighboring villagers to buy from them exclusively. These villagers promised to forage for fern every day.”

Zhang Shun was also there, but his carrying pole was empty, “The Rich Source Tavern said that they had bought too much fern from the nearby villages, and even if they cooked it, they wouldn’t be able to sell that much. This was their last batch today, buying at half a cent per jin, the rest they will buy from the houses they made arrangements with. I consider myself lucky, managing to sell for half a cent per jin. Those with bad luck, those from our village who went with their ferns this morning, had to bring them all back.”

Seeing the unsold ferns her husband had brought home, Qian Zhang’s wife slapped her thigh, “Not being able to sell the fern was bad enough, and making a trips to the town for naught, that’s an absolute waste of time!”